A Brief Sermon
"Each morning, you are given a choice," the reverend says after moving to the side of the pulpit. He wears black slacks and a dark gray shirt. His collar is open and his reading glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. His brown hair has the tendency to always look uncombed, whether it be Sunday morning at the pulpit, or Friday night at the local high school's basketball game. Once he stood behind the ornate piece of wood as if it protected him from some worldly judgement. In those days he wasn't as confident in his ability to pastor a flock. Now he often seeks a position of deeper intimacy with those who step through the doors of their Father's Home. "Every morning," he continues. "You and I we have a choice. Now you know I'm not talking about breakfast. About whether to have coffee or tea, cereal or eggs. That is a choice that nourishes your body. I'm speaking about... you guessed it... your soul. We have doctors out there to addre...